The attempted murder of identity



What does it really mean to offend someone by peacefully being and expressing who one really is? Is it something like surviving the attempted murder of one’s identity? From the other side of the fence, seeing that frustrated aggression turn to a grimace of pain, what does it really mean if one then feels guilty for allowing one’s identity survive? .. to thrive!  What? Can the bad conscience sometimes signal progress? 

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